dear serena,
i didn't want to give your letters to drew. no one else knows about us, about the blood controlling, and i really don't want anyone to know. but as an apology for what i did to you and drew, i gave it to her. i ran out of there as fast as i could.
drew hasn't come to kill me yet, which i think is a good sign. but things will never be the same because she knows. she'll never look at me in the same way. like how none of our friends could believe that i controlled blood. the look on your face. the pained expression on val's.
my life will never, ever, be the same.
i'll never be truly happy again.
love, percy